You've been hiding in plain sight
Becoming a faint memory
A familiar looking terabyte
Encoded in what use to be
Whispers are seeping through the fog
Brisk air that grabs a hold of me
A cold grip, tight upon my thoughts
Is this how it's suppose to be...
A distorted view on a TV
Your fading, your fading...
Imprisoned in reality
your fading, your fading...
A distorted view on a TV
Your fading, your fading...
Imprisoned in reality
Your fading, your fading...
I feel it rising underground
Voices are pounding at my door
Fingertips twitch to the sound
The gloom has melodies that pour
The gray brings back all the dreams
Crashes of electricity
The truth shoots out a signal beam
A grin that holds complicity
A distorted view on a TV
Your fading, your fading...
Imprisoned in reality
Your fading, your fading...
A distorted view on a TV
Your fading, your fading...
Imprisoned in reality
Your fading, your fading...
